More than a decade ago this page was a crutch as I limped through parenting a lot of kids…and then one day I just stopped writing. I don’t remember why. Maybe I didn’t need it anymore. Or maybe life defeated me in ways I didn’t want to explain and so I just…didn’t.
To see what I’m writing now, click on my SUBSTACK. Follow along. Let’s see where this goes.
Latest Stories
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My Lost Boy »
Written in February, 2007… Edited in June, 2011, for confidentiality… As I step into the small room I am greeted with the smell of boy. It’s a common smell to mothers. Dirt and candy. The boy’s room is like other eleven year olds; even if he’s not. I plop his clean clothes down on…
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A Trip To Good News Bay
I put in a call to a client a few years back to arrange a trip into the village of Good News Bay, Alaska, where I would assess an adoptive situation and write a report for the courts either approving, or denying, the potential adoptive placement. The young woman who answered the phone sought to…
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They Pay Me To Live Here
Whenever I tell people from the lower 48 that I live in Alaska, I inevitably hear the same question: “Don’t they pay you to live there?” It’s kind of like saying, “Why the heck would you live in that frozen wasteland? Oh yea…that’s right…they pay you.” They are referring, of course, to the Alaska Permanent…
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And Justice For Ally »
She felt the pull of death and it was welcome. She lay silent, worn from screaming, her voice unheard as she lay in the shallow box. She saw him coming, smelled him above her before he came into her blurred site. She didn’t curl into herself. She couldn’t. There was a time when her body…
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One Night On Tustumena »
The world is so wide here, I can see clear into yesterday from where I stand. This lake was once, a lifetime ago, home to trappers and homesteaders; those with a spirit adventurous enough to journey the miles of wilderness and settle here, in this pristine land. It’s said they followed the river to its…